The next morning, Tristan woke to the sound of Faustina and Rain laughing somewhere in the apartment. He checked the time on the clock and was surprised to see he’d slept until eleven.
Philip was in school. Tristan felt rested. The morning had been long, and his sleep uninterrupted for a change. Sitting up against the pillows, he looked out of the bedroom window, watching the brilliant December sun catch on the icicles hanging low on the courtyard’s tree. The weather seemed to be perfect for a day of skating in the park. But did Philip know how to skate?
It didn’t matter. Tristan would teach him. They’d call the girls and spend the late afternoon on the rink. Rain would appreciate having an empty apartment for a few hours. Rain had the day off from the store, and was in the last stages o
